The Lady
In years now gone, in a lonesome place
the Lady, she
floated at an idled pace.
To other she told of the seas untrue,
traveled by
many, but mastered by few.
Through hurricanes and gales and winters that chill,
she did her
job bravely with an undying will.
In years of growing to a Lady she found
she was tired
of riding she must settle down.
A Lady by day she's showing the way
so the waters
of grey won't take you away.
Around she
goes, cutting the night,
telling the
woes of the things out of sight.
When taller she grew, and brighter her light,
The Lady and crew were shining their might.
All metal and glass, she knew not to fear.
For the Lady of class the ending draws near.
The Lady is dying her soul is set free
to roam the
waters of a mighty sea.
She sings her warnings to sailors and souls
who dare try
to master the Frying Pan Shoals.
A Lady by day she's showing the way
so the waters
of grey won't take you away.
Around she goes, cutting the night,
telling the
woes of the things out of sight.
Oh, Lady by day, please show me the way
to safely set
sail to another day.
I thank you, my Lady, for showing to me
not to fear,
but to love and respect the sea.
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Dedicated in memory of all souls, military, professional
and civilian, who never returned from the sea.
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Words and music by Michael K. Allen
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